Author: Candid Corvid Productions

I am so paladin!

They do not seem to be enough.

But maybe, this time, they will be.

Figuring out a way to secure our new home, without relying on government assistance, is a challenge and proof that we intend to move beyond poverty.

We need each other.

There is just no way around it.

People who need government aid are no less worthy than business people who need client patronage.

None of us can exist in today’s societies without the help of our neighbor – whether near or far – except for a few hardcore isolationists.

And they need nature’s providence.

I dreamed that I was running effortlessly with no pain in my body, breathing deep and effectively, legs’ pace matching the ease in propulsion of motorcycles and cars streaming by, as I and my hound wove dirt pathways leading to and paralleling the rejuvenating river waters.

Today’s Definition: The right side muscles over lateral lower ribs creating a lean rippling effect when you contract them that lets you know your workout is at last turning a positive corner.

(Title references book by Madeleine L’Engle)

My life has been like a sampler plate of experiences.

I could dip my toe into the waters of situations – but jumping into them has rarely seemed right, and many did not seem to have sustainability built into them.

Therefore, I have often kept my commitments light and flexible – at first testing if opportunities are functional.

We will likely put the chain link portable fence panels around the deck, which is outside of the dining room, so that we can let the cats out to enjoy the air – but not let them get into trouble.

We will need to put a cover over the top of it.

The den is spacious with a fireplace, and is likely where we will place the couch and cat tree. I am thinking of having the upholsterer encase the couch in plastic sheeting so that we can see the pattern, yet keep it clean.

“Squeeky-squeeky,” says the couch upon sitting.

The den being attached to the dining area and wide-open kitchen will make a comfortable social activity area. And the garage is the perfect place to attempt to reseal the kitchen table’s surface for continued longevity.

We are getting a house!!!

Sharing thoughts and experiences.

Love is fragile and must be nourished for us to receive its blessings.

It is strange how holding onto a relationship can become a death sentence for love’s freedom of expression when only one partly is open and willing.

The title phrase can be negative or positive, depending upon its applications.

What???

That’s preposterous!!

I have always wanted friendship and community, but I had not often experienced it wanting me, in return.

The sensation is surprisingly unsettling.

While I have known and written about feeling isolated, I did not really know how chronically it had impacted.

I am shocked by how exposed I feel – as if someone has overturned a rock under which I was hiding.

Being invited to express myself imperfectly feels alarming as I risk and dare to care.

I lose sense of who I have been and currently think I am – as if I am suddenly spinning out of control, careening.

I am letting friendships begin in a time when I feel too vulnerable.

They are female friendships – which can be the best kind, in my opinion, because we get into the roots of living, flushing out suffering, and helping each other toward healing.

However, I am nonplussed, confused, and disoriented because I have not had these kinds of relationships for too long of a time.

My friends get to see sides of me that are not pretty.

I don’t want to be seen as “only human.”

It is not that I am radical. I just chafe at squeezing cuffs.